[Hector is surprised that Alucard leaves the door open as he sleeps. He tries not to look, though he does sneak into the little room once during the night to collect his extra clothes to pack. Alucard is doing his sleep of the dead in a hopelessly rumpled bed with an undead cat curled up beside his pillow.
It’s hard to breathe, and Hector sneaks back out, silently scolding himself that Lord Vlad’s son would absolutely be off limits. There is no point in even looking.
Morning finds Hector asleep on the floor in front of the little fire place, wrapped up in a spare blanket and surrounded by his pets.
Hector had had all the best intentions of only napping for an hour once he’d finished sorting his notes. He’d planned on being up at dawn to prepare for their departure, but here he is, still asleep.]
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It’s hard to breathe, and Hector sneaks back out, silently scolding himself that Lord Vlad’s son would absolutely be off limits. There is no point in even looking.
Morning finds Hector asleep on the floor in front of the little fire place, wrapped up in a spare blanket and surrounded by his pets.
Hector had had all the best intentions of only napping for an hour once he’d finished sorting his notes. He’d planned on being up at dawn to prepare for their departure, but here he is, still asleep.]